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[h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Rickard Barriden[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=ed1c24]Elf, Fighter (Eldritch Knight), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=ed1c24][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 31 / 31 [color=ed1c24][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19[color=ed1c24] [i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Neil and Bob's Public House
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[color=ed1c24][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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The sound that echoed through the room drew Rickard from the lucid state of near sleep. Once the smell reached him he started to mutter a curse in elvish at whomever had released the foul smell. In an attempt to rid the smell from his presence, Rickard started to use part of the blanket as a fan. He shifted in the bed to get comfortable again and return to his dreams.

His dreams led him to the first time he had met Lynda. The mid summer day was warmer than most and Ricard's father had taken him to their liege lord's hold. He wasn't told that who it was that he was to squire for just that it was a knight within Lord Cauldburry's house. The excitement of finally being deemed worthy enough to be a squire left him sleepless during the trip. It had been painful to watch other boys Rickard's age start squiring years before. When he had asked his father about the why he was not able to do so, he was told that he was not ready for it yet.

The day finally arrived as they passed through the town gates and made way up the winding street to the keep. The traveling group was made welcome and given rooms to stay for the next few days. Towards the evening Rickard was introduced to the knight he would squire for during the welcoming feast. She was a good six inches taller than him, and as muscular as many of the men present in the hall. At first Rickard thought it was a joke. An attempt by his father to cause him to give up his dream of knighthood. If it was he would prove him wrong. 

When Lord Cauldburry divulged that the knight was his daughter, it was a puzzle to Rickard. It was some time before learned that it was not some ploy to dissuade him. This knight he now squired for was formidable as well as intelligent. She was able to weave magic into her blade, summoning it from anywhere to her hand. Most of his time was spent cleaning her armor, honing the blades she used, or running messages for her. When not preforming these tasks he trained with blade, axe, lance, and bow. He began learning the secrets of magic, summoning magical darts to hit a target from yards away. Or creating magical barrier to ward of what may have been a wounding blow.

After his time as a squire the ventured to towns leagues away searching for tournaments to participate in. Here and there they even helped villagers fend of bandits. Even after their marriage the traveled as often as they could. They did cease travel while their children were little, and resumed traveling once their children were old enough. Most of the trips were short, visits to parents mostly with occasional ventures to tournaments.

As time went on aging her faster than he, Rickard reflected back on Lord Cauldburry's words. His father in law knew that this would happen, and even then Rickard knew it as well. In his youthful arrogance he did not think that watching her age while he barely did would pain him as it did. Her black hair faded to silver then white, and vibrant green eyes dimmed. When she finally passed more realization came. This would be a pain he would have to endure many many more times before the end of his natural life. As these recollections passed through his dream state, Rickard stirred in his sleep muttering to nothing and no one.